Dear JJ Heller,
This morning, on my way into work, I heard your song on the radio- the DJ had heard one song of yours on So You Think You Can Dance- they don’t normally play you.
And I fell in love with your indie sound, your deep heart, your focused and purposeful lyrics…
And I looked for more of your stuff
and found this
and it speaks good words to me.
Thank you for making music, JJ.
Monday, I had an interview, and as a result I had to dress like a librarian mixed with a female police officer (the picture is from one of my favorite shows I never watch, Police Women of Broward County…they bring some hotness into the hot mess I looked like Monday morning).
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Monday Morning:
Me: Dev, do I look [super butch]?
Devin: [laughs and says nothing]
Tuesday morning:
Devin: Remember when you asked me if you looked [really butch] yesterday?
Me: Yes?
Devin: Well…you look GREAT today.
He has sweet ways of being subtle.
If it weren’t for the first Duke of Wellington, we would have wet feet.
Thank you, your dukedness, for Wellies.
In writing this post, I learned that in South Africa, they actually do a gumboot dance- check it out here. And now, possibly my favorite part of the Beatles Love show makes sense.
If you have not seen this show, fly to Vegas right this second.
GET UP!! DO NOT READ THE REST OF THIS POST, AND GO TO VEGAS.
If the world ended tomorrow, you would regret not seeing this, and I would regret not seeing it twice. Stupendous.
I have been searching for gumboots for a while now. Houston weather is very unpredictable and can leave me sunbathing in the morning* and trudging through a flooded parking lot in heels in the afternoon. However, my rain boot search has left me empty-handed thus far.
Target has a plethora of galoshes:
The bird ones are pretty cute, right? I liked them a lot- I liked the gray, I liked the retro design, I liked the cute bird, and so I ordered them. What’s not cute about them?
1. They stink to high heaven like hot rubber and burnt hair
2. They are WAY too big for my chicken feet/legs (words of wisdom- don’t Google chicken feet. You’ll regret it) and when I went to return them online, it turns out they don’t have them in my size. Perfect
3. That cute little pink bird is actually sitting on a pistol. What the crap?!
So, I have to return my boots and I am on a mission for new ones because I refuse to continue walking into work looking like I walked through the Red Sea before Moses parted it.
Side note: I will not be choosing to wear these instead**…
Rain, shine, dust storm…I would rather be barefoot. Seriously, ladies of the Lone Star State, these are the opposite of hot***. I did a totally legit survey and here is what I found:
me: Are Uggs hot?
Devin: in Alaska
me: explain?
Devin: you need boots with fur in snow. Alaska has snow. Thus the boots fit the purpose and are eligible to be considered in category of "hot"
me: ok so if we lived in Alaska, and I wore Uggs, you would want me?
Devin: Uggs would not increase your hotness factor.
Still doubtful and thinking that my husband doesn’t count? More data for you:
Me: How do you feel about Uggs?
Brett: Uggly.
Me: Sweet.
Brett: Well the root of my issue with them is that we are not Eskimos....if we were....maybe it would be passable....this is south east Texas. We live in the flip flop region.
me: So if you lived in Alaska, and the Mrs. wore Uggs, you'd think that was hot?
Brett: I would make fun of them for being uggly
There it is- male proof. Proof that no one likes these boots. Why are you wearing mountain man boots with a BCBG dress? Why is that?! Why are you walking into Starbucks with your flannel pajama pants tucked into your uggs?! I think that it may be possible that if you are one of those girls who is all, “I can’t ever find a man”, or “Guys never like me”, you make want to check your closet, because odds are it’s the Uggs. Just sayin’.
My hunt for wellies didn’t have to last long, thanks to the ever-present wisdom of Ms. Allison Brooks.
that landed on this boot.
Please…please…PLEASE YOU EXTREMELY HANDSOME SANTA!
Bring me these gumboots or I will surely die of pneumonia/H1N1 from cold, wet feet.
* I probably don’t ever sunbathe in the morning, however, I have not had coffee, and that is all I had.
** girls wear these in the rain like a bunch of dummies, hence, the relevance of the Ugg tangent.
*** do not be offended- this is only my opinion. and part of the male population.
As stated in my previous post, this weekend I aspired to finish Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult (Shout out to future Top Gun Lauren Hugel for letting me borrow it). Ok, number one, I really like Ms. Picoult- I like her style, I like the way she researches every detail when she writes a book causing me to (gasp) learn something from her writing, and I like how she uses some of the same character names in her books. Perhaps she knows a little girl named Kate whom she promised she would include in every single novel, and now she groans as she sticks to her promise? Maybe not.
Jodi, because I know you’re reading this (uh), I totally called the end of this book. But, I will not spoil it for the others. Nineteen Minutes tells the story of a school shooting. It is eerie and scary and so on. Remember, I am not exactly great at reviewing a book. But seriously, Jodi, slow down on the language there a bit. In the rest of her books that I’ve read, language really isn’t an issue- maybe a few in 400 pages, but this one was a little excessive for me. Good book. Check it out. And now, I’m not to figure out what to read next- I am thinking Pillars of the Earth.
Devin is going mountain biking this weekend in Comfort, TX, so, while he is frolicking and spooning with all of his boyfriends who wear the same clothes all weekend, this little mouse is going to have a hay day.
As if you care, here is my list of ideal, in no particular order:
1. Sleep
2. Drink wine (Thank you Mr. Coppola)
3. Finish reading Nineteen Minutes (Fantastic)
4. Start a new book…maybe this or this or this or none of those
5. Try out my new rain boots in the stormy weather this weekend (I think they’re too big :( )
6. Go to the Bayou City Art Festival (it was raining- I wasn’t in the mood)
7. Go shopping, duh. (If by shopping you mean keeping Avery happy)
This is Avery Grace.
to this…
to this in about 1.2 seconds.
8. Try the spin class at our new gym (kicked my butt- I loved it)
9. Drink coffee…lots and lots of coffee (see below- I love you Empire Cafe, for your little coffee treats)
10. Watch TV shows that are not man shows (Man shows include but are not limited to any show where someone is riding/driving/jumping off of a structure, eating something disgusting, hanging out with Johnny Knoxville, putting a blow up doll on a go-cart, wake-boarding in a banana costume, etc.) (I sorta did this but I realized I don’t really like TV at all…so man show or not, I’m not that interested. I did rent “Then She Found Me”- Helen Hunt, Bette Midler…spectacular acting, dull storyline).
11. Find a new pot for my orchid
12. Play with the camera (Pictures coming soon)
13. Hit up the clubs wit my girls yall know it’s gonna be off the heezy.*
14. Wash my car, especially the wheels
15. Go to Sunday School and take extremely detailed notes on how Devin can be nicer to me. Jokes.
16. Breakfast/brunch/lunch with Lu and Nanny (and my dad)
17. Cook/bake/etc (Chicken Jambalaya, um, yum)
18. Reconstruct the blog since I managed to mutilate it today
The possibilities are endless.
And now that you have wasted 1.25 minutes of your life reading this, you can give me more suggestions for what I can/should do this weekend while the cat’s away.
Have a good weekend!
*Disregard #13, I was just trying to be in college again.
